"Robert Beatty, who may be better known as a member of Hair Police, Eyes & Arms of Smoke and a contributor to Burning Star Core, has been creating some of his most interesting material under the name Three Legged Race. Living Order/Mourning Order is a reissue of a pair of releases from 2006, 'Living Order' primarily focusing on micro-tonal shifts and movement and 'Mourning Order' setting aside most (but not all) of the tones for composition. A lesson in the beauty of modern electronics. Edition of 335 with 3-color screen print and artwork by Robert Beatty."

"For over a decade Damion Romero has been crafting minimal sub frequencies to create some of the most interesting and unique experimental music. Twins is Damion's most impressive document to date; it contains four sides of intense and focused pure sound, recorded live with no overdubbing, effects, tapes, or feedback. Twins utilizes many varying textures and layers of sound offering many rewarding, engaging listens. Edition of 500 copies in a professionally-printed INA/GRM 'Serie Gramme' style gatefold sleeves. Co-released with P-Tapes."

"Pressure. Steam. Scrap yard drainage, leaking into the corners. Mold and mildew -- seepage. Cracks, crevices containing black days and red nights. The infection is spreading. False and forgotten. The Butcher, as he's known amongst friends and enemies, slices his way though flesh and bone on his first vinyl appearance and his finest moment to date. Contaminating the A-side with sick tones, nauseating hiss and whine, the rumble and wet sadism of clogged sinuses led to climax in an orgy of rotten magnetic tape. Mongrel howls and junkyard threats make up the unhealthy flip of this record -- the slowest of rhythmic thump wrought in contrast to relentless clang reminding of the new, no, The OLD Blockaders. It ends the second you wake up. Throw your vacant body in the gutter." --Greh Holger (Hive Mind, Chondritic Sound). Edition of 320 with hand-screened textured card stock covers.

Edition of 333 with hand-screened and inked, textured cardstock covers. All sounds by Justin Meyers, recorded live May-June, 2005. "It's all in stop motion. It's all real. Up, out from under all places molded and GUNKED. Slithering spool tapes sliding like thin brown snakes under, amongst, and finally overtop and around. They overtake the crumbling corpsed-up organ grinder. He, with his grin full of rot and fingers of stank, is ever so pleased to allow the decayed magnetics to engulf his skeletal frame, it is how his power is attained (maintained). Only when wrapped tightly and over his entire torso and head (a tape mummy!) will he begin to play. Quietly at first, as if from a distance -- but he is there, RIGHT THERE, GODDAMIT -- and then the groan and the moaning howl and the static insects all begin to draw near, an orchestra of loneliness. Can you still feel your legs? As your head is slowly filled with ants, you are posed a question: 'What do you make?' he is asking. 'What do you make... of THESE GRAVES?'"